Ever witnessed a bunker-busting bomb tearing through its target? A bomb with massive kinetic energy doesn’t just tickle the surface—it punches straight through ten or twenty meters of concrete, drills right in, and then explodes from within.
This time, Shattered Glass was just like that.
Steel, concrete, whatever—anything standing in the way of Jill Young’s punch was instantly pulverized into fine dust. But unlike before, the destruction didn’t rage outward; it just made a hole barely big enough for Jill to punch through.
No slowdown at all—she punched through every obstacle in a blink. Jill dived underground, and then, finally, the terrifying force of Shattered Glass exploded thirty-four meters below the surface.
Boom! It was like blasting open a mountain—the solid ground suddenly bulged and cracked, streaked with jagged fissures and screams that sounded nothing like human voices, echoing straight down into the earth.
Poof—a cloud of vapor condensed somewhere else in New York City. The Divine emerged from the mist, then collapsed to his knees. He was gasping for breath, cold sweat pouring down his face. The halo behind his head faded another shade; now he couldn’t even keep its shape, and it broke into three wandering glimmers scattered across his body.
His life force dropped a whole level, just like that.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Not only couldn’t I run, I couldn’t even hide? Just now, to avoid her noticing, I had to slow down absorbing energy and suppress my body’s reformation. Who knew that crazy woman would show up so fast? I wasn’t even done resurrecting—she killed me again while I was only half-alive!
Damn, seriously—what a mess. Today’s humiliation is one for the ages!
Nope, now's not the time for chit-chat—a real hero knows when to bend, when to run. Gotta book it while I still can. First, scope out where that woman is, then hightail it in the opposite direction, dive straight into the ocean outside New York. Who says you can't outrun trouble?
But just as The Divine tried to open his Mystic Eye, he couldn't help but clench his teeth so hard they practically cracked.
The Mystic Eye is gone!
The power of the Thousand-Mile Eye is toast—now all he's got left are the Red, Yellow, and Purple abilities. The eyesight he depended on to survive? Blown to bits!
The Divine was losing his mind with rage, but he quickly stopped caring about his eyes—he didn't need the Mystic Eye anyway, because he could already see her.
Jill Young reappeared not far away—same blank face, same casual stroll, cool as ever.
Step by step, she moved like a devil—never one to give her enemies a quick death. She had to make sure they felt every ounce of panic and pain before the end.
"Hah!" Sitting around waiting to die? Not happening. The Divine jumped to his feet again. Fewer powers, sure, but each one was easier to control and hit harder than ever.
The Purple Test Tube was sucking up energy like a vacuum, and The Divine didn't care if there was a little junk mixed in. All that juice went straight into his Red and Yellow powers. He locked his height at two meters—tall enough to tower over a one-seventy opponent, but not so big he'd slow down. His muscles tightened like steel cables, then, under a flood of yellow light, he turned into a golden, glowing muscleman.
Suddenly, The Divine realized maybe chasing after every power wasn't so smart. With fewer powers, there was less conflict, less drag—now he could push what he had to a whole new level.
Right now, my power rating is a solid fifty thousand—way higher than that woman’s. So what’s there to be afraid of?
The Divine let out a roar and charged full speed ahead. Without the Mystic Eye’s super insight and turbo reflexes, his mind couldn’t keep up with his body. But hey, they say a wild punch can take down a master! His golden-painted arms turned into a barrage of cannons, fist shadows punching through the air, hammering every inch around Jill Young.
But Jill Young wasn’t the burned-out wreck she was a moment ago. Facing those turtle punches, she just slipped to the side, dodged his right fist by a hair, and slid right to The Divine’s flank.
With a flick of her right hand, she snagged The Divine’s pinky—crack! Bent it at a wicked angle, pain shooting through him and making his whole body shudder. His wild punches froze mid-air.
At the same time, her left hand chopped upward into his right armpit—crack! Her fingertips punched a deep hole in the yellow glow. And just as you thought it was over, her fingers didn’t budge, but her fingertips suddenly lit up.
Burst Force—ready to blow!
Splurt—amid the spray of blood, a golden arm spun off like it was cast in solid gold, yellow blood gushing out like a fire hydrant under insane pressure.
Thud! The Divine hit the ground, and all the confidence he’d just built up shattered in three moves flat. Clutching his shoulder stump with his left hand—no blue waves of healing now—he could only clumsily try to plug the bleeding, scrambling to back away.
He was scared—really, truly scared.
"No, wait, don’t kill me!" At death’s door, The Divine couldn’t keep up his big bad act: "Let’s make a deal, yeah? How about a deal?"
"A... deal...?" Jill Young finally spoke for the first time since waking up. Her voice sounded like a whisper from the depths of hell—enough to make your skin crawl.
But for The Divine, her speaking was a good sign, so he nodded like mad: "Yes! Whatever you want! I know you don’t need money, but I’ve got connections, power, international influence, and a ton of treasures you’d love. If you want it, it’s yours! If I’ve got it, it’s yours!"
"Then tell me..." Jill Young stepped up, towering over him, her icy voice barely holding back a storm: "How did you torture her?"
"We..." The Divine was speechless. What was he supposed to say? That it was all sunshine and rainbows? Or spill every dirty detail? His crew had done some seriously nasty stuff.
"Not answering, huh..." Jill Young’s eyes went from creepy to full-blown crazy: "Not answering... is an answer too... So if you ask what I want right now..."
The Divine’s eyes darted, a flash of panic—he tried to grab something from his storage space: "Die, you bit—"
Boom! With a thunderous blast, Jill Young shoved through the air, viciously grabbed The Divine’s throat, and yanked his face right up to hers.
Jill Young’s beautiful face was now twisted in pure, ultimate madness.
"I’m going to tear you apart and swallow you whole—!!!"